I had been attracted to shemales for years, but never was brave enough to contact one. So this was an opportunity for me to talk with a shemale for th... first time. I would head for Fourth Street about nine, just as they would start to show up. About the third or fourth time I went there I met Christine, a very sexy African-American Lady. She was about 5'4" and 110 lbs beautiful brown eyes and a slender sexy body. She was wearing tight jeans and a zip front jacket zipped down far enough so I. As I relaxing in my recliner. Suddenly I felt hands moving across my shoulders then slowly down my chest I enjoyed it after a hard day at work I reached for her wrist as she says “I have been wanting to do this to you for a long time”. Just then I realized it was not Vanessa but Wendy. I wondered often: If I had meet Wendy first. Would we hit it off ? To just enjoy her company. To occasionally have small talk with the goddess of my fantasy. To feel the warmth of her body to kiss every part of. “Rapture?” “Yes. Like nothing else. I can show you... if you like.” Jutta looked at her with confusion. “Well, I can almost show you,” Maria said as she kissed and gently sucked Jutta’s breasts and stomach until she sank to her knees between Jutta’s legs. Jutta’s pussy was lightly covered in sparse, straight, blonde pubic hair. Maria had never seen such a thing before, on man or woman. She found herself excited by the novelty. She pulled Jutta to the edge of the bench and nuzzled at Jutta’s. The feel of it as it coats my tongue, swallowing it all until I'm satisfied. Yum! I let you go, gliding my tongue up your shaft, letting you pop out of my used mouth. You grip my arm and help me stand, kissing me.You look around and spy a bolder, tell me it’s my turn. You lead me over to it. You remove my shorts and my orange polka-dot panties and have me sit. Guiding my legs you spread them and rest my right one up on the rock and rub my other leg. You start kissing my knee and trail up along.